Do The Impossible.
See The Invisible.
Row, Row, Fight The Power.
Touch The Untouchable.
Break The Unbreakable.
Row, Row, Fight The Power.
What You Want To Do Is What You're Going To Do.
Just Break The Rules, And You'll See Some Truths.
This Is The Theme Of Me Coming Through, Baby.
Row, Row.
Fight The Power.
A Mid-Sinnoh Night's Dream - XXIX - I Am Become Death
Veilstone was eerily quiet. Within the deepest of holds within the Team Galactic HQ, the four Commanders and their leader prepared to complete their true mission.
"Cyrus," Charon said, gesturing to a computer screen. "We've triangulated the location of the Spear Pillar." On the screen, three dots, representing the aural fields of the Lake Trio, blinked where their homes once were. Waves bounced between them as they were overlaid on a map of Sinnoh, with a fourth dot appearing near the peak of Mt. Coronet, alternatively turning blue, white, and purple. "The readings are uncertain, but we will definitely find some sort of dragon at the peak. With the power of the Lake Trio, summoning them will be no issue at all."
The stoic leader of Team Galactic gave the barest hint of a nod. "We'll be moving out soon."
Another machine in the dark basement began beeping frantically. Mars ran over to the machine, and her brow furrowed.
"Damn! There's been a breach in the building!"
Cyrus gave her an aside glance. "Deal with it. You have the power of a Legendary, for now."
Saturn walked over to another computer and pulled up a camera display. A small team of police officers entered the building, accompanied by Dragonite and Arcanine.
"We may have to sacrifice this- Wait."
The five looked at the monitor as a leading officer pulled out his radio, listened to it, then shouted into it for a few minutes before pulling back. Clearly puzzled about something or other, the small strike team began to retreat from the building.
"That's odd," Charon said.
"No shit, old man," Jupiter spat out. "What do you think they're doing? Blast Burn from a distance?"
"This building is reinforced with some of the strongest materials on the market, they'll be at it for a while," Saturn explained, shaking his head, "And by that time, we'll be long gone."
There was another silence, as the outdoor cameras that Saturn had bought the access for showed the police leaving Veilstone entirely, packing everything up and leaving, with no people, civilian or otherwise, left behind in the city.
"That seems a little too far, even for a Blast Burn," Mars pointed out.
The earth began shaking above, as shown by dirt beginning to rise off the ground and scraps of metal being thrown to the wind. The tremors didn't reach their deep basement, but this alarmed Saturn.
"An earthquake? Now, of all times?"
"So what? Should have expected that with all of the fun we've had today," Jupiter said.
"That's no earthquake…" Saturn pulled up a live Richter-scale graph, watching the magnitude rise at a constant rate. "It seems to be coming from , rather than the ocean…" His eyes widened, as in the corner of his vision, on a lone feed pointing to the west, the black miasma was being blown as if it had become a hurricane.
"So, don't leave us hanging, what is it? More Pokemon for us to beat down?" Jupiter sneered.
"No, it's… We need to leave immediately. Charon, gather your research. I believe we need to relocate for the time being."
"Who do you think you are to be giving me orders?" The old man spat.
Saturn pinched the bridge of his nose and directed their full attention to the screen. Flashes of color were showing through the cloud. Silver, blue, green, but the most prominent of all, a burning light in the shape of sunglasses.
"My ribs are bruised enough already. I'm not dealing with them."
Jupiter cracked her knuckles. "So, it's the little brat who keeps messing with our plans? I'd be happy to give him a beat-down."
"Did I not just mention- Fine. Cyrus, sir, I think we should be leaving. If we can minimize the amount of harm caused and cut our losses, I think we will be able to recover and complete the mission to the Spear Pillar."
"That child must be put down. Retreat if necessary, but I expect him to be incapacitated."
"Sir-"
"Yes sir, right away!" Jupiter cut Saturn off. "I'll make sure they have to scrape him off the pavement!"
Saturn's face briefly flashed with a look of disgust, Mars doing the same, but not caring to hide it.
"You enjoy fighting way too much. I love a good battle as much as the next gal, but…"
Jupiter had already left, Teleporting to the surface in an instant, immediately reappearing on a camera feed. The Red Link she carried pulsed, and a bubble of clean air began to swirl outwards.
"Saturn. Charon. Teleport us to the peak. Mars, you are to ensure that the Red Links are not confiscated. If at any point it seems Jupiter may lose, pull her out and rendezvous immediately. We must control this world as soon as possible."
"Control… right," Mars said, shaking her head as she Teleported as well. Saturn clutched at his gemstone as a pink glow began surrounding the three of them, pulling in lab materials, and in a blink, they were gone.
A few moments later, the top floors of the Galactic HQ were sheared off in a single blast.'
Mars had flown off somewhere in low orbit, and quickly slid a visor over her eyes, giving her an infrared view of Veilstone.
She then had to take them off and wait for the stinging burn in her pupils to subside.
The streets of Veilstone were coated in a fresh layer of rubble. Trees had been blown out of the ground, pulling all of their roots. The signs advertising the Game Corner and their special drinks were torn to shreds, barely hanging onto the bent posts.
Golurk rose from the rubble on the remaining above-ground parts of the Galactic HQ. It expanded to double its usual size, allowing for the human and Pokemon inside of it to become physical once again.
Hilbert walked to the edge of the rooftop, looking into the lighter skies and surveying his surroundings.
A flash of purple from the rubble, and he was thrown a few hundred feet. He crashed through a shingled roof, through some sort of bedroom, a couch, and ended with his head halfway through the kitchen sink.
"Ow," he moaned, before dusting himself off, and looking towards the commander who was flying towards him at Mach speeds.
He jumped to the side, just as the rest of the house was utterly demolished.
"Well, I can't destroy everything in this town," he snarked, before a whip of pink psychic energy lashed him across the ribs and sent him flying back through the roof.
"Hey, brat! How've you been?" Jupiter cackled, chasing him as he passed a mid-rise apartment. "Want a broken leg too? I can do that! A HUNDRED TIMES OVER!"
Hilbert, mysteriously, didn't snark back. He snapped his fingers in freefall, and Jupiter was tackled out of the air by Golurk. The golem brought them both to the ground, leaving a crater that spanned the entire street. There was a flash of pink, and Golurk was thrown a few stories upwards. He landed and slid to a stop further down the street, flashing from red to silver and then back.
"Can't keep your damn colors consistent, can you?" Jupiter spat. "I swear, every time I see footage of you, monster, you're on some other part of the rainbow!"
"It comes with the territory."
Jupiter shook her head, raising her guard and waiting for Hilbert's return attack.
She was then blindsided by a paperclip-sized sword that weighed just under a thousand pounds. Her head snapped to the side with a slight crack as she was thrown headfirst across the earth, tumbling to a halt five blocks away.
"...Did we get her?"
She stood up a few seconds later, rubbing her jaw.
"Is that all you've got? No wonder your friends are so weak."
Hilbert's aura flared up, and he left a gouge in the concrete as he leapt forward, swirling around in the air.
"Maylene's Gym Technique… KICK TO THE FACE!"
His leg whiffed her face completely, as she Teleported to where he was just a moment before.
"White Claw Technique!" Lucario cried. "STAR PLATINUM!"
"Not yet! Don't tire yourself out so soon! Whirlipede, get in gear!"
The tire-like bug zoomed towards Jupiter, but the speed was almost pitiful compared to the near-silent Teleportation of the Commander.
"Boost!" Green arrows of light formed around Whirlipede, swirling around its body in the same direction it was going.
"So that's your gimmick! Awesome!"
Garchomp swooped down from above, dropping a metric-shit-ton of Tyranitar directly on top of Jupiter.
Teleporters are annoying to fight.
"Dammit!" He managed to complain, just before being kicked in the liver from behind. "Now I know how all of Abra's opponents feel!"
"You can't win, brat! Though this is a lot more fun than the fight I had against your little friend, I'm getting a bit bored-"
"You shut your mouth. Right. Now. I'm sick of your shit. Abra. Read my mind."
"Then read hers, got it."
Abra appeared directly in front of Jupiter, and before the woman could move, his eyes flashed pink and the Psionic link was established.
"Arceus." Time slowed to a crawl in the real world, as Abra began tearing through her mental processes in a battle of will. "And I thought I was sadistic."
Even with the physical aspects of the Psychic-type, the holders of the Red Links had very little practice with the mental aspects.
Abra shoved a few metric tons of Freudian excuses out of the way as he looked for the central core of thought. If she lost her train of thought, then she would forget what she was doing long enough for them to take her down.
"Get out of my head!" She screamed, though her face was still frozen. Abra felt her pounding on the metaphorical glass that barricaded her conscience from her subconscious.
"I could do that. But I could also completely tear you apart, doesn't that sound like fun. Let's get started."
A metaphorical pile of memories began levitating, and Abra quietly contemplated it as Jupiter cried out in agony.
"I'm not a hero. I'm just helping in the only way I know how. You're the same, deep down. We both have that tendency to go too far and enjoy fighting a bit too much. The only difference is that you suck at it. You've never met the strongest, and you'll never be the strongest. Let's take a look at your early life. Your parents went on a journey when you were kid. They left you at a little children's home in Hearthome. You started hitting the caretaker's Ralts when you thought no one was looking. But ah, ah, ah. They were. That's the thing about us Psychic-types. We know. We know before you know. And then you're out on your ass with the police giving you the stink-eye. See, instead of challenging yourself, you chose to pick on the weak. You ran away to Veilstone, picked pockets, and joined a gang or two. Didn't even have to dye your hair to fit in. And then, Cyrus came along, promised a better future, but all you heard was world domination. That's what you crave. You don't want to improve yourself, you just want to bring others down to your level. Am I any different? No, not at all. That's the other thing about us Psychic-types. We're the reason crazy humans on TV are called psychopaths. But in the end, a speech like this won't change your outlook on life. Really, I'm just trying to distract you and play a mind game. Do you want to know why Hil- Black is so fascinating? He's an idiot. Even for a human. But he's strong in spite of that. He's damn well aware of it, and self-awareness is rare for humans. For Psychic-types, not so much. But that's neither here nor there, my point is that you're just as weak now as you were when you hit one of your friends for the first time. You only seek to improve your strength and not yourself. The difference between us is that I'm stronger than you, and that's that."
A thread looped around Jupiter's mind-scape, before it pulled taut and snapped.
Jupiter collapsed to the concrete, pupils rapidly shrinking and dilating, taking heavy breaths, before grasping at her Red Link, hoping for solace.
A green blur blasted out of the underbrush, Leaf Blades spinning around itself like a chainsaw, and knocked her forward. Shaymin slowed after the strike, revealing its new form.
A lighter, more agile body, spiky green fur on its head, and a Gracidea flower hanging from its neck.
But the time for descriptions was not now.
Jupiter was then hit by a Whirlipede yelling, "Boost!", A Dark Pulse from a Tyranitar, two Ghost-types fading in from thin air poised to strike, a Dragon Pulse from Garchomp, Lucario using Sucker Punch as soon as it got behind her, and was forced to look up to Hilbert as she was blasted deep into the earth from all of the combined force.
Whole sewers collapsed and underground inlets caved in as she descended nearly a tenth of a mile.
She looked towards the sky as she attempted to raise herself once again to fight.
"I am the drill of our souls," Hilbert began chanting as he jumped down into the hole.
"Stone is my body, aura is my blood." He was going incredibly off-script, but didn't care much for rehearsed dramatics at the moment, only the kind that was hot-blooded and authentic.
"I have created a thousand drills." Almost like the binding of Arceus, his right arm was backed by a single ray of light as he raised it in his descent.
"I've conquered defeat, and I've grasped victory."
Mars realized that something had gone horribly wrong, as the fighting seemed to have ceased in the city below.
"I've gone through hell to create the path that leads towards tomorrow."
His aura gathered around his arm, pulsing in jagged spikes, but in a calculated revolution. The pure essence of tranquil fury.
"I might never be safe, but I'll protect the safety of others."
Mars Teleported to street-level, just barely avoided being blindsided by that damn Legendary hedgehog, and looked deep into the abyss.
"This is my reality. Your ideals will lead to nothing worth living for!"
Mars Teleported just below the forming drill, and grabbed Jupiter's sleeve.
"And so…"
The two disappeared, taking their Red Links with them.
"I pray…"
Hilbert touched down softly upon the impossibly dense earth. His run-ragged shoes barely made a tap.
His aura flared up like a raging inferno, filling the cavern with a bright light that pulsed like the fire of the sun itself.
"UNLIMITED DRILL WORKS."
Team Galactic regrouped at the peak of Mt. Coronet, as the foot of a temple not meant to be accessed by mortals. The pillars were inordinately clean, as was the air for miles in the distance. This was an illusion, but it did not mean it was false.
Jupiter was half-carried by Mars over to Saturn, as Cyrus stood before them.
"We don't have much time-"
"Give me the Links."
"Sir, I think we need to attend to Jupiter's injuries."
"Give them to me. The injuries will matter little soon."
"...Of course."
The three handed over the stones born of Legends, and the three melted together into a single mass within Cyrus's palm.
He turned towards the first step of the temple, and thrust his fist outwards, the Red Chain lashing outwards from his hand.
The air around them broke, as the illusions and protections left upon the Spear Pillar were broken by the aura of its guardians. The cloud was entirely beneath them, meaning they were truly at the peak.
Cyrus took a step upwards, which brought forth the clang of a gong that made the Commanders shudder.
"Today…"
They waited with breathless anticipation.
"I create the perfect world."
He held the chain to the sky, calling upon its power as it extended outwards in a reverse spiral.
Time stopped on planet earth, and all of space froze at once.
"DIALGA. PALKIA. COME TO ME."
Two portals opened within the Spear Pillar. To one side of Cyrus, emerged a magnificent beast of diamond. Sharp and angular, it was the embodiment of time itself. Unerring and jagged, unbowing to any. Primordial metals formed from long-dead stars were plates upon its body, as its draconic base was a deep and dark blue.
And to his other side, was an organic creature that bent like the quantum strings at the base of reality. Its skin was pearlescent white, and it was wrapped in deep purple thread that could connect even the most distant of galaxies. As space was, it was malleable, but only to a point.
The air cracked and the world turned black, as shadows turned to liquid and began dripping upwards.
And day broke upon the city of Veilstone, as a pillar of energy blasted towards the sky.
Some would see it as a sign from their god. Some would see it as a beacon. Some would see it as a warning from things man and Pokemon were not meant to meet. Few knew what it truly was, and fewer understood. But those are the stories of another day, and another era.
It wasn't really anything deep. It was just the very depths of his anger being let loose on the world, nothing too crazy.
When he pounded the earth in frustration, a rockslide sent boulders as tall as him directly towards him.
They made contact with his skin and shattered into a million pieces.
The aura dissipated from around his arm, and reformed around his back.
Then he discovered the ability to fly on his own.
"We do the impossible and kick reason to the curb," he said to himself, as on pulsating crab-like wings of starlight, he ascended to the next level of the atmosphere, whipping up a gust of wind that carried metal and concrete from their resting place, and the black miasma pluming outwards, higher than before.
Golurk rose from the earth, bright red as he was before, containing the auras of all of their allies. But rather than absorbing Hilbert into himself, the golem melted into its own, pure aura for just a moment, and surrounded the boy like molten magma.
With the stars at his back, red armor of minerals so glistening you could think they were chrome formed around his body. And for a moment, it seemed that every light in the sky was his ally.
He could see the entire Sinnoh region from where he sat aloft. And above the cloud, there was a temple surrounded by pillars, at the very peak of Mt. Coronet.
Three red lights floated into the sky, spiraling.
A hole in reality began forming, sheer darkness overtaking a single point. Lights were pouring forth from the darkness, tearing across the sky, and waves rolled across the atmosphere which were made of colors unlike any seen on earth.
Color seeped to seep out of the earth itself, the clouds turning into dark plumes and being blasted outwards, the oceans turning to ink, every bit of plantlife wilting under the pressure being emitted from the singularity.
It was all of time and space in reverse. The world began revolving backwards, turning night into day, and reaping sorrow across the earth. The barrier had been broken, the threshold crossed, and the Heavens Shattered.
Because the constant thought across all minds, whether human or Pokemon, was this:
Life will never be the same.
The Legendary Birds, every single one of the hundreds that there were, began a frenzied, panicked flight, bringing about blizzards, thunderstorms, and twisters of fire across every region. Homes were buried in sleet and ice. The Two Towers of Johto were struck and lit ablaze once again. In Unova, the White Forest burned before being suffocated by powdered earth.
Brendan listened to May's chat with Wally over the phone about how his journey had been going in the background as he focused on getting in contact with basically everyone involved with or employed by the Hoenn Pokemon League. Champions across the world were doing likewise, trying their best to protect the regions of their domain.
Groudon and Kyogre were cancelling each other out but creating some of the worst storms he'd ever seen, which was why they were stuck inside at the moment. Rayquaza was writhing around the two, trying to keep balance, but it was a close match against their Primal Reversion forms, in which they became as powerful as they had been when the world was born.
The world's gone crazy, that was the consensus.
Lucas listened to the thunder rolling across the skies, silently laying with his head propped up against the bed frame.
Some left to investigate the dark shape that had appeared above Mt. Coronet. Some left to lend aid to Oreburgh, the location of a massive rock slide that seemed to roll upwards. Some left to spend time with their families. He didn't say anything when Dawn frantically asked him if he knew where Hilbert was. It wouldn't do any good.
"Arceus… Please help my friend." He clasped his hands together in his lap, shutting his eyes in a way that was rarely practiced in Sinnoh.
There was no response.
"Hey, kid."
He opened his eyes at the unfamiliar voice. A pink-haired doll was floating in front of his face, spinning a golden hoop around its arm, with a bored expression on its face.
"I was supposed to check on you around December, but… You wouldn't get it. The name's Hoopa! Remember it!"
"...Alright."
"Good boy!" Its high-pitched voice grated on his ears. "I had one of my hoops reserved for this dimension, but I noticed it started cracking, and I barely got through in time! Lucky for you, huh?"
"What?"
"Do the humans in this dimension not worship me? Darn it! Well, anyway. I'm Hoopa, nice to meet you!"
"I know. You just told me."
"Right! Good job paying attention! But here's the dealio; Something gone terribly wrong in this dimension!" It tugged at its sides like it had a stomach ache. "Scary, right?"
"You're telling me," he said, before laughing weakly.
"So I've decided, as your gracious soon-to-be guardian deity, that you're going to help me save this world!"
"And how are you going to do that? My legs don't work right now."
"Oh, you're letting a little injury like that get you down? I've seen worlds where you're a coward if you scream when you get disemboweled. 'Course, they have healing magic, but it is what it is. Tell you what, since I sorta brought you to this dimension in the first place-"
"You what?"
"-Then I ought to make you my ward! Or responsibility, if you don't know what that means."
"I'm not an idiot."
"Could've fooled me. Anyway, how does a little bit of world-hopping sound? Or as I like to call it, world-Hoopa-ing!"
"Don't those mean the same thing?"
"You must be fun at parties. It's been about ten years, right? That's long enough of a wait to fulfill your destiny."
"What is it?"
"Well, that other kid left, didn't he? Now you have to fill in for him, and you can't do that with-"
Lucas suddenly broke out into a laugh.
"Hilbert? He came back this year. But… you do have a point. I can't leave everything to him."
"You mean you have two Aura Guardians in the same year?"
"Well, yes, him and Riley."
"Three? This is ridiculous!"
"Wait, what?"
"Of course, your aura is weaker than his in most dimensions. It would be pretty difficult to detect when right next to him. That's it! I have an idea!"
"This is a lot to process."
"Then don't! Don't think about it, that ruins the fun! You just gotta believe!"
"That's… that's what Hilbert would say, I guess."
"See? Just take his word for it!"
"Fine, what's this idea you're talking about?"
"I'll take you through a portal and train you! I'm sure there's a dimension out there when time moves slower! I'll have you back soon, in and out, twenty-minute adventure."
"What are you, a Lucario?"
"When you've been around as many places as I have, you pick a few things up. Are you in or not?"
"...Alright. I want to protect-"
"The world from devastation, unite all people within our nation- Was that what you were going to say?"
"No?"
"Oh. Then don't worry about it." The tiny slider stopped swinging the hoop around, and expanded it into a massive portal of swirling black.
It lowered over the two of them, slowly, but before they left, Lucas asked, "Wait, am I still going to age-"
"I'm friends with Celebi, don't worry about it!"
"That doesn't answer my-"
And then they were gone, just as a burning blue-green light appeared in the sky.
In Unova, the forces of nature break out into conflict. Landorus kicked up a swirling dust storm around the region, containing Thundurus and Tornadus and shielding them from the rabid Legendary Beasts of the west.
In the southwestern quadrant, however, was a girl who didn't know what was going on.
Lost in the storm, she stumbled into a cave, soaked in rain. A green little blob was ramming its head into a wall. It had a bulbous head with a mild blue hexagon on its belly.
"Hello?"
It turned towards her with lime tears in its mismatched eyes. "Zy…"
"What kind of Pokemon are you supposed to be?"
"Zy… Garde."
"My name's Rosa! It's nice to meet you!"
Hilda had two younger boys named Hugh and Nate thrown over her shoulders, groaning.
"Listen, I know you two want to go look for Rosa, but right now, you're going to the shelter. The Rangers will find her when it's safe."
She looked off into the swirling haboob that encased their home.
"I hope Sinnoh's doing better than we are."
The master of the Tower of, well, Mastery, shuddered, staring into the distance as Korrina waited for him to speak.
The sky about Kalos was broken, a demonic red-and-black eagle rained Wings of Oblivion upon the earth, fought back by a blue deer with horns that shined with a thousand colors.
"I have felt a great disturbance in the earth's aura. As if a million voices cried out, and were suddenly silenced."
"Grandfather, this isn't a Jedi temple! Stop watching those movies!"
Mega-Blaziken was long gone, aiming to temper the demigods of Life and Death.
Gurkinn shook his head, looking upon the scene with disdain.
"I hope that boy is doing well."
From the mountaintops, a colossus emerged, its body covered in hexagons of black and green. Even from the coast, its body was clearly visible against the distant peaks.
"Lumiose has already been destroyed. Let's hope Zygarde protects us."
"Yes, grandfather."
And beneath the mask, Hilbert didn't smile, but there was a fire in his slate-gray eyes. He gazed upon the pain and destruction, the ache and melancholy, and the broken ideals of the world that had been left behind.
And so, he spoke his truth.
"EVERYONE!"
And though their homes were destroyed, their Pokemon defeated by ferals coming out of the woodwork, the people looked towards the sky. A blue-green star had appeared on the horizon, the light bending around the world to reach even where it was cloaked in darkness.
"Listen up, because I'm only gonna say this once."
"That crazy son of a- Hilbert!" Barry cheered as Empoleon turned a pile of rubble to mud, freeing the people and Machop trapped beneath.
"You don't know me, and I don't know all of you. I'm just a kid from Sinnoh."
"Is that…" Dawn pulled away from her mother's hug, looking to the star in the sky.
"That doesn't matter now. You're all hurting, I know. I can see it all."
Cheryl was teamed up with local rangers to defend a Pokemon Center, part of her team healing who they could while the rest fought back against the berserk wild Pokemon that were invading Sandgem. But when that star shone in the sky, it seemed like the world itself held its breath.
"But I'm going to save you! I'll save you all!"
Marley was riding her Arcanine along with a troop of police officers, being one of the first to start approaching Mt. Coronet to investigate the dark pressure coming from its peak. They were all nearly blinded, forcing them to a stop, by a light that burned with the power of the soul.
"I'll do the Impossible! I'll see the Invisible! I'll do it for all of you!"
Riley's Lucario had dragged him back to the Kingdom, only to find that the other Lucario were arming themselves with Mega Stones.
An elderly Lucario which he instantly recognized. The pair immediately bowed, only to be offered two stones of their own.
"Stand. The aura of the world is in imbalance. The time for pleasantries has passed. How would my student say it…"
Riley smiled as he clenched his hand around the Key Stone. Blasts of orange light began booming from the Lucario surrounding him, Mega Evolving coming to them like breathing.
"It's time to kick some ass!"
"People and Pokemon, you all matter! Every life matters! So I'll be giving one-hundred percent; No, scratch that, a MILLION PERCENT!"
The clawed wings that he ascended on burned with the light of Mega Evolution, though they signified something far greater. From his back, they expanded as the speed of light, surrounding the entire earth in seconds. From the ground, it would seem that the very sky was being cracked.
"I'm the Black Star of the Lucario Kingdom! And we're Team Black!"
The wings folded outwards, becoming spikes that drove into his back for hundreds of thousands of miles.
And then, like a Yin-Yang on his back, they began to spin.
"If there's even a sliver of a chance we can win, we'll win every single time! That's how Team Black rolls!"
The voices of his teammates joined him in a brilliant cacophony, all shouting for their truth and for their ideals. They became the very tip of the drill that was truly, the soul of everything.
"Because my drill…" He quietly began, correcting himself soon after.
The red armor had been encased in a blue-green cocoon that was pointed directly at the encroaching darkness that was located dead-ahead. There was no up or down, left or right; Only forward.
"Hilby." Mom.
"Hilby!" Barry.
"Hilby." Dawn.
"Hilby." Cheryl.
"...Hilbert." Marley.
"Hilbert!" Riley.
"Hilbert." The Professor.
"Hilbert." Michael.
"Hilby." Hilda.
"Hilbert." Cheren.
"Hilby?" Bianca.
"Hilbert." Gurkinn.
"Black." Roark.
"Black." Gardenia.
"Black." Maylene.
"Black." Wake.
"Black." Fantina.
"Black!" Candice.
"Black." Cynthia.
"Black Star." White Claw.
"Bro." Lucas.
Child. Friend. Partner. Teammate. Rival. Teacher. Student. Hero.
"That's me!" Hilbert.
"Because our drill…"
The earth cried out for justice. The paths of man and Pokemon intersected, coming together to form the path that led towards tomorrow.
Faster than light, the drill spun, funneling the dark fog out of the sky and made into a ring that would orbit the earth. A singularity remained, an unmoving speck on the present that would destroy the path to the future. It grew, two red eyes blinking in the darkness. Wings grew outwards, black and jagged, shielding the entire Sinnoh region. But the light got through, even in the smallest rays. It rose through the sky, attempting to envelope the entire world in response. Its gaping maw of void was miles long, and to enter would mean almost certain destruction.
Not that that ever mattered to them.
A one-hundred percent chance of failure might as well be a perfect chance for success.
"IS THE DRILL THAT CREATES THE HEAVENS!"
AN:
I first posted this story six months ago. What a dream it's been, huh? Thank you all for reading so far. I should really have been more grateful in the earlier notes. Nothing is going to make much sense from here on out.
One more week.